Sunday we had Father's Day!
We let him sleep in for his first gift. Apparently, a little too long because then he missed breakfast so he could make it to his meetings on time. Nothing says "Happy Father's Day" like a growling tummy.
Don't worry, I brought him some granola bars to munch on at church. The chewy kind, so he wouldn't be disruptive. Unfortunately, we have two little beggars who excel at disruptiveness.
After church we gave him some more tangible gifts.

Here he is opening Bryce's gifts.
Look at that shadow on the ceiling behind him. That's how big he is in our eyes.
Yay! The lipgloss he (Bryce) got from Santa at Christmas.
And then the gift I helped him with.
Remember when I said you could get everything "huskerized" around here?
My huskerized honey!
Then it was Kayli's turn
The purple socks she got from Santa at Christmas. The kids have already learned the joys of re-gifting.
And they've learned the joys of helping too. It's difficult for Daddy to open his own presents.
I was thinking this was one of his favorite types of candy bar. But then I realized it was mine. I let Kayli give it to him anyway.
Believe it or not, this was taken mid celebration. Happy celebration.
This was taken mid celebration, as well. When he read the awesome gift I gave him in his card.
The kids never stop helping
And I'm speechless over this one
Even with a messy face, he's still sweet!
Daddy's final gift--a nice back rub. Kayli would do anything for her daddy.
For my tribute to my dad and my sweetheart, click
here.